I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

‘Run away with me?’ I couldn’t accept her offer, but I wanted to
Until you ask the right questions, you’ll never find missing answers
What if world is becoming a place where you no longer want to live?
Dead things must be cleared away before rebirth has chance to come
Why does anyone else care what Elon Musk does with his money?
The more nutty a preacher becomes, the more rabid some supporters are
My father’s death was proof that unhappiness quickly kills a man
Can we find peace online when social media have become toxic?